Gamer Page #4
Right now is the desperate ones.
Convicts, addicts, the sick, the poor.
The ones that fell through the cracks.
is growing out of control.
Set to bankrupt the whole damn USA,
then Castle rides in on a white horse
Says he has a plan to bail us all out
and we just fall in line?
The healthcare system is collapsing.
And this time he's pushing for total control over genetic diseases.
Birth defect is no longer an issue.
All we have to do is exchange our cells for the ones he wants to give us.
Promise of a longer life and a fatter wallet...
- Do you think people will refuse? - F*** no.
Then the next thing you know...
we're all slaves.
I can't help you.
Tillman.
We know where she is.
Hi, Nika.
- Oh hi. Rick Rape, right?
- Rick Rape, right?
I thought you weren't allowed to come here anymore.
That was last month. I was a bad boy.
Are you still a bad boy?
- Please, don't kill me.
- Please, don't kill me.
No.
- I'll do anything.
- Don't say that.
Stop!
Stop!
Goddamn it.
You, in there controlling...
Let her talk!
I can't she has to say what I tell her.
You can hear me. I know you can.
I love you.
I love you too.
Shut up!
Don't say anything else.
I'm going to find you...
and I'm going to rip you to f***ing pieces, do you understand me?
I'm getting you out of here.
I'm going to take you to some place where you can turn it off, the program.
Hi Kable.
Look at me b*tch!
Anybody in there?
Go on.
Do it.
What the f*** do we do?
I can get you out of here.
Oh sh*t!
I can't believe it's you!
This is... listen, Tillman,
you can trust me, I swear.
If not...
you're dead!
Okay.
Faster! Faster!
I guess you remember that day, huh?
You just gotten Kable through his
No one ever thought an icon could last that long.
Pretty hot sh*t, aren't you?
King player.
Good times.
Sure, on the outside.
Now look at these.
That's what it's like on the inside.
Wonder how long you would last on the other side of the screen?
You know, Simon...
you being held here today...
suspected of aiding an escape of a convicted murder
from a maximum security penitentiary.
The charges are beyond serious.
Your hard drives have been seized.
Forensics are depicting the content as we speak.
Your internet activity over the last 10 years,
is being scrutinized and catalogued.
In minute...
vivid detail.
In addition, your father's bank accounts have been frozen,
pending further investigation.
After all, it was essentially his money that funded Mr. Tillman's escape.
Now I need you to tell me...
everything that happened leading up to yesterday afternoon.
Anybody you talked to,
everything you saw, everything you did.
And I need you to tell me that right now.
Yeah, huh...
I'm going to need something too.
Oh really?
And what might that be?
Could you guys do a sandwich like...
peanut butter,
or almond butter, walnut butter...
huh, pecan butter, pistachio butter..
pretty much any kind of... you know, nut butter
with some grape jelly.
Pistachio butter.
- They make that?
- It's awesome.
Now what?
Now we just put the DNA into the suit, light it up, extract it...
a few modifying sequences into the code and
we're good to go.
- It's an anti-spyware program.
- Basically.
We can't quarantine the foreign cells per say, but...
we can disable their ability to transmit and receive.
F*** that. I'll make you cut it out me.
That would be like cutting out a part of your brain.
The nanex cells replace the cells, they replicate.
They become you.
We're going to have to keep her sedated until we kill the link.
Otherwise she will be broadcasting everything she sees and hears,
You give us a robot...
we give you back a super hot female.
Tillman!
We need to talk.
- So talk.
- Come on.
They tested on soldiers.
The first volunteer was the corporate Travis Scotch
a friend of yours, I believe.
And the second, it was you.
The idea was to replace your brain,
bit by bit, cell by cell.
The new tissue would never break down, never deteriorate.
A new era in human longevity, that's what they told us.
and you were serving life at maximum.
Castle's project was shut down.
But the same technology resurfaced within a year
in a game.
Castle called it "Society".
Tillman, listen man, whatever happened in that project, is something Castle wanted buried.
We need that sh*t man.
What you saw, what you know.
I don't know what to tell you.
You gotta tell me sh*t.
I want you to show me.
Okay, we're ready to rock.
We're ready to break the link in...
Who's there?
What are you doing here?
- Who are you?
- Tech support.
SOCIETY:
LINK FAILURE:
- What are we looking at?
- His memories.
Translating into raw audiovisual data.
But that tech is not supposed to be available for another decade.
They'll have better sh*t than this in Best Buy in 18 months.
Son of a b*tch!
John Tillman.
Man I never thought I would be so happy to see your ugly face.
Scotch.
Is it me or is this place f***ed?
They got me hooked up to computers 5 hours a day.
Feed me vitamins, and pills, and god knows what
giving me injections, taking and giving me blood...
These nurses are whipping my ass...
and there are male nurses to bro!
I can't believe I let you talk me in to this.
And I'm having these, like, blackouts... and is scaring the sh*t out of me.
I don't even know how long I've been here
Hey man...
Are they letting you out already, you son of a b*tch?
I'm not getting out.
Okay.
Johnny...
Are you good?
I'm fine.
Man you don't look fine.
I'm sorry.
Yeah that's okay.
It's not like you ever been that good in the first place.
What's the gun for, John?
What's happening?
Really you're scaring me man. What's the gun for?
I can't st...
I can't stop.
Stop what?
What did they do to you man?
John, stop it! You're scaring me now. Stop it.
Sorry Scotch, I...
John, no! Don't!
Stop!
Not the best commercial for Ken Castle.
They made them do it.
- Castle made them do it.
- It was a test.
Touching.
Excuse me,
media whore.
This isn't just a story.
The whole world is splitting down the middle.
Sooner or later,
everyone is going to have to take a side,
even scavengers like you!
It's you.
I missed you, so much!
You are the reason I held on.
- I love you.
- Where's our daughter?
I couldn't stop them. I'm sorry.
Nobody could.
The foster parents paid good money to remain anonymous.
But there's always a data trail if you know where to look.
Where is she?
I'm sorry, Tillman.
She's with Castle.
Tillman!
That's all the story you're going to get.
Silverton, get up.
What's going on man?
Looks like someone up the chain has decided you're no longer a threat.
CHEATER:
F*** YOU CHEATER!
NANEX:
ACCESS DENIED:
We'll find him.
Don't worry.
We'll come to us.
KABLE, THE FALLEN HERO OF SLAYER REST IN PEACE
- Not bad for a video, huh?
- What?
The latest and greatest, I defy you to tell it from real life...
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